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Aquí les tengo algunas letras del disco American Idiot. Disfrutenlo. Pronto con más letras.
AMERICAN IDIOT
Don´t wanna be an American idiot.
Don´t want a nation under the new mania.
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mindfuck America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn´t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We´re not the ones who´re meant to follow.
For that´s enough to argue.
Well maybe I´m the faggot America.
I´m not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along in the age of paranoia.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn´t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We´re not the ones who´re meant to follow.
For that´s enough to argue.
Don´t wanna be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It´s calling out to idiot America.
Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Everything isn´t meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We´re not the ones who´re meant to follow.
For that´s enough to argue.
WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my fathers come to pass
seven years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
summer has come and passed
the innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
ring out the bells again
like we did when spring began
wake me up when september ends
here comes the rain again
falling from the stars
drenched in my pain again
becoming who we are
as my memory rests
but never forgets what I lost
wake me up when september ends
Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last
wake me up when september ends
like my father's come to pass
twenty years has gone so fast
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
wake me up when september ends
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JESUS OF SUBURBIA
[Part 1]
I´m the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else´s cocaine
And there´s nothing wrong with me
This is how I´m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don´t believe in me
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone´s heart
Doesn´t beat the same
It´s beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn´t say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee
[Part 3: I don´t care]
I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t
I don´t care if you don´t care
[x4]
I don´t careeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
And it don´t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don´t believe
And I don´t care!
I don´t care! [x4]
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can´t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that´s in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody´s perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that´s my best excuse
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don´t exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don´t feel any shame
I won´t apologize
When there ain´t nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you´ve been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
You´re leaving...
Ah you´re leaving home...
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